Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.